Chapter 48

The artificial cave Julian had carved out as his base of operations felt cramped, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and drying ink. He leaned over the large wooden table, his fingers tracing the diagrams of Irvine Manor he had sketched from memory and the scrawled notes on Coleton Calloway's movements. With only three more days until the Sunstone Festival, the timeline was tightening. He had spent several restarts circling Coleton like a scavenger, picking up scraps of information....